Page 20 of Wicked Winter Night
“What a naughty little dove,” he taunts.
“I’m glad you like them. I wanted a permanent reminder of you, in case you didn’t show tonight,” I respond.
“You thought there was even a chance I wouldn’t show tonight?” he questions, and I nod. “Then you’ve underestimated me, little dove. Unfortunately for you, there is no escaping me now. You’remine,” he growls, and my pussy grips his cock. He begins fucking me into the tree again, hard, fast, and my orgasm is building quickly. I run my hand through his hair and grip it in my hands, pulling on it tightly. He hisses, responding with a hand around my throat and applying pressure. The pleasure builds even quicker as my vision begins to blur.
“I’m gonna come, Luke. Please don’t stop,” I beg, choking out the words.
“Give it to me, baby. Tell the creatures of the forest just exactly who you belong to. Scream my name.”
I shatter as he releases his grip, oxygen flowing back into my lungs as my pussy spasms around him, and the quiet forest lights up with my voice as I scream, “Luuukkkeeeeeee, ffuucckkkkk!” Liquid flows down my legs, and he fucks me through every blissful moment. Luke’s moans fill the small space between us as he fucks me deeper, chasing his own release.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come,” he growls. “This pussy is just too good. Made for me. My fucking pussy,” he growls out.
“Come inside me. Give it to me. I need it, please, Luke,” I whisper in response.
He pumps inside me a few more times and then explodes, thick, hot spurts of cum filling the inside of my pussy. His thrusts slow as I milk him for every last drop, squeezing him dry. He pulls out of me, but quickly takes his fingers and scoops up any escaped cum and shoves it back inside.
“This is where it belongs from now on,” he growls. I blush, but I’m sure it’s unnoticeable from the pink tones the cold is creating on my cheeks. He lets me down, fixing my dress for me, and he situates himself.
“Let’s head back to the cabin, little dove. It’s only going to get colder.” Then, he lifts me, carrying me bridal style just as he did a year ago when we first met.
Once we’ve made it back to the cabin, we shower, the hot water a welcome feeling. We fuck again under the water before moving to the bed, and then on the table, where we recreated the scene that feels like forever ago at this point. When the night is over, we both crawl into bed, and for the first time, I fall asleep in his arms, happy, satiated, and thankful for the wicked winter night we spent together that led us here.
EPILOGUE
One Year Later
Ella sits at the table, working on another book cover for an author who hired her for services. She’s incredibly talented, and I love seeing her creativity. Another thing I love about her job is that she gets to work from anywhere, which really fits with my schedule. Since what I do takes me all over the United States,and sometimes the world, it’s been amazing having her along for the ride with me. When I have a job to do, she comes along and stays in the safehouse until I get back. She’s even come on a few jobs with me. Nothing too serious, quick and easy kills. After meeting Nikki and learning that she tags along and assists on a few jobs, Ella got curious. Considering the types of men we kill, it didn't take too much convincing.
When I don’t have a job, we’ve just been traveling, seeing different sights, and enjoying learning everything about each other. We visit the cabin every year on Christmas, reminiscing on how we met. The cops of the town still haven’t solved Liam’s murder, but they no longer bother Ella or come to the cabin. We’re completely alone out there. This year, I’m on a job before we head there—a little murder for Christmas as a gift this year.
She looks up at me, catching my gaze, and closes her laptop. She sways her hips side to side, walking up to me as I sit here on the couch. She’s wearing a long maxi lounge dress, kind of like those ones you see artists or painters wearing when they’re working. She lifts it and straddles me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“What’re you over here thinking about?” she asks, smiling.
“Just about how lucky I am that you almost hit me with your car two years ago,” I grin, and she snorts, letting out a cackle. It’s adorable.
“You consider yourself lucky?” she asks me, almost as though she doesn’t believe me when I say it.
“Every. Single. Day,” I answer.
She captures my mouth with hers, rocking her hips into me. She reaches down with her right hand and unbuttons my pants, freeing my cock from the denim confines, and lines me up with her entrance before lowering herself down.
I suck in a sharp breath before saying, “Not wearing any underwear, little dove?”
“I wanted to be ready for you,” she answers, and I swear I could come on the spot. She’s fucking perfect.
Once she’s fully seated on top of me, she begins to lift herself up and down, fucking me to take what she needs. She slides the straps of her dress over her shoulders, dropping the top of it to her waist and bearing her breasts to me, the little ornament charms jiggling with each bounce. I snake my left arm around her waist and run my right up the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of hair. I pull her head back and pull her down on top of me, fucking up into her. Her moans ignite the room, my cock growing even harder at how vocal she is for me. When I let go of her hair, she leans in, grabbing both sides of my face with her hand. She leans in, her lips hovering above mine when she whispers, “I love you, Luke.”
My heart soars in ecstasy at those words, the first time she’s said them. I pick up speed, wanting to give every inch I have to give her. Her eyes begin to roll in the back of her head, and I know she’s close. Mimicking her, I grab around her chin with my hand, pulling her close to me, my lips lightly grazing hers, and whisper, “I love you too, little dove.”
She matches my pace thrust for thrust, chasing the orgasm I know is building when she says, “I’m gonna come. Right there, please don’t stop.”
“Come with me, baby. Shatter with me. Fall over the edge with me,” I growl.
Her pussy grips my cock in a vice grip, and I come, filling her up with my cum as she crashes, warm liquid running down her thighs. “That’s it, baby. Such a good fucking listener,” I praise. She collapses on top of me, my cock still leaking inside her.
She sits up, looking into my eyes, and says, “I’m glad I almost hit you with my car, too.”
THE END